Garrett stood behind her with the whip and watched her finger tentatively disappear. It was obvious she was exploring, and he cocked an eyebrow. He had already figured wimpy Charlie was probably her only conquest. Her lack of experience in satisfying herself was apparent, through either no instruction or perhaps, it was more likely, a restrictive upbringing as to the evils of sex. As a passionate young woman, it must have been frustrating, though it made her even more valuable to him.
He raised his arm, and the single leather tail cracked against the pretty, upturned bottom. In an instant, her thighs tightened and her fingers left her pussy and searched the welt on her cheeks while she shrieked.
Ashley heard the strange whistle before something flicked across her bottom… and then, it burned. The scalding stripe made her shriek, and all thoughts of the strange tunnel she had been searching were forgotten as she tried to cover herself.
“Count for me, girl.”
Ashley continued to wail and rub her bottom, and Garrett walked over and lifted her chin again. The amber eyes looked pained with her tears, and he ran his thumbs down her cheeks until she focused on him. “Count the strikes, girl.”
“One, Garrett,” she whimpered.
“They stop when you cum.”
“Yes, Garrett,” she said miserably. How could she try to get sexually aroused when he was stinging her with the whip? Her fingers trembled away from her bottom and resumed comforting caresses to her folds. She heard the whistle and clenched, causing the burn to be even fiercer than the last one. “Two,” she shrieked, and frantically worked herself.
By the fifth strike, Garrett was ready to burst from his pants. He stopped to remove his jeans, and was convinced the pressure of his erection would leave an indention of the tracks of the zipper on his cock. The stripes on her pale bottom were as arousing as he knew they would be. After the sixth stroke, she wailed her orgasm and he watched the evidence drool down her thighs. He tossed the whip and grabbed her hips, entering her still quivering pussy in one thrust. As his sack tightened to explosion, he felt her channel squeeze again in climax, and both of them groaned their release.
Garrett released her from the beam and helped her stand. Her hand reached around to trail the welts, and he said, “Thank me, girl.”
Ashley’s teary eyes looked directly into his. “Thank you, Garrett.”
After dinner, Garrett walked to the window and stared out on the valley, while Ashley knelt and waited to be ordered to her cage. “Come here.”
She rose and silently stood by him, and he pointed out the window. Ashley saw the snow fluttering onto the already white pasture, glittering and unmarked in the moonlight. Her fingertips pressed onto the cold glass and she murmured, “It’s beautiful.”
Garrett put his hand on her shoulder and guided her to the bed. As he expected, she curled into him in her sleep, balling a small fist on his chest. There was a strange feeling in his chest… a mixture of loss and pain, and totally unfamiliar to him. He wrapped an arm around her and, after a long while, fell asleep.
CHAPTER VI
Even with the fireplace and heaters, the cabin was much cooler through the day and almost cold at night. Ashley had been moved to sleeping in the bed, except for one night when she was being punished. When the bars were closed, she saw Garrett made sure she had a heavy quilt to wrap up in, and he heard her sniffles of misery while he read by the fire. She never did anything bad enough to be moved away from him at night again.
Over the cold months, he introduced her to the rest of the equipment spread around the room. The look of excitement in her eyes… a look he was sure she thought she was hiding… pleased him immensely. She rarely balked refusal at the tormenting, restraining positions, though she wailed and whimpered and experienced everything he applied to her.
“On the table, girl.”
Ashley quickly got into position and waited for him to secure her. This time, he left her unbound, and she looked up into his eyes in confusion. As was his way, he held her chin so she focused on what he had to say. She would have watched him anyway, but it felt good to have his hand on her cheeks. “Be still.”
“Yes, Garrett,” she replied breathlessly.
Garrett lit several colored candles, and waited for the wax to begin to drip down the sides. The first hot bead hit her nipple, and she hissed an intake of breath and balled her fists. The wax did not hurt too badly, and she curiously lifted her head to watch the fascinating designs trailing down her breasts. Each patter and drip made her clench, and she knew he would smile when he saw her slick. Ashley had learned that if she responded this way, he was pleased.
When he moved between her legs with the candle, he arched his brow and looked at her flushed face. Garrett could tell she was decidedly aroused with this new game. Her eyes flickered between his face and the tilting wax, and as the drip fell, she bit her lip. Oh… oh… it stings. She hissed another intake of breath, and felt the cooling wax deliver a completely different feeling. It felt like a finger, first pinching, and then enveloping her clit in warmth. Her eyes closed and her head began to sway while Garrett watched her, once again pressing painfully against his jeans. He put down the candle, opened his zipper and pulled her down to the edge of the table. She wrapped her legs around him when he entered her, and he pulled off the wax to stroke her folds. The gripping force against his cock was immediate as she spilled into climax, bringing him over the precipice with her.
Garrett stood her in front of a mirror, and she watched in fascination as he pulled the multicolored streams off her breasts. When he sat in the chair with his book, Ashley knelt in front of him and whispered, “Thank you, Garrett.”
The shortened cold days kept them inside, with only Garrett’s daily travels to the stable to feed the horse. Ashley was free to roam the cabin while he was gone, and happy that she had earned the right not to be caged when he left. She used the time to study the devices, after discovering there was nothing of a personal nature that would give her any hints about the man. Her fingers caressed the whips hanging on the wall, and a few times she sat in his chair… only for a moment. It always made her feel guilty.
The only thing she could not get into was the cabinet with the more unusual devices. This, he kept locked. Because it hid secrets. |Whenever he opened it, she found herself getting excited, wondering what new implement he was going to expose her to.
Time held no meaning in the mountains, as day after day the winds and the snow blew. Garrett had taught her well, and he had not tired of her as he thought he would. She still had the wide-eyed fear and innocence he found so arousing. Her face still flushed in embarrassment when he made her masturbate, though she had done it many times. And although many of his other captives responded to his stroking, they pulled away. Ashley pressed into his chest while she climaxed, knowing she would be punished for moving.
One afternoon while he read by the fire, the girl silently kneeling and staring at the flames, there was a knock on the door. Ashley could tell by the narrowing of his eyes that the visitor was unexpected. She began trembling in fear… for herself, or for him… she was not sure. “Be still, girl.”
“Yes, Garrett,” she quivered.
Ashley watched him cross the room and look out the window, and then his shoulders relaxed so she knew it was okay. He opened the door and a large man walked in, stomping his boots and rubbing his hands briskly together after taking off his gloves. “Damn, I forgot how cold it was up here.”
“Go over to the fire and I’ll get you a drink.” Garrett moved to the shelf with the whiskey and took down two glasses. Ashley had never seen him touch the bottle before.
She watched the other man take off his hat and coat, shaking them before hanging them on the hooks by the door. When he turned to walk towards her, she looked into what were at first cold, gray eyes. He sat down, and his deep voice said, “Come here.”
Ashley froze, and slowly looked over to where Garrett was returning to them. He sat down and said, “Go to him, girl.” It felt l
ike locks had been released on her limbs, and she shuffled on her knees in front of the stranger. After the punishment over Harvey, she would not make the same mistake with this man.
The man reached out and lifted her chin, and she noticed it did not feel the same as when Garrett touched her. Still, she looked into his eyes, focusing on what he wanted as Garrett had taught her. “Very nice.” Ashley watched the cold eyes as they seemed to melt with crinkled creases to a smile.
“Thanks, Colby.” Garrett handed him his drink, and Colby dropped her chin.
“I think she would have brought you top dollar. Hell, I probably would have bid on her,” he chuckled.
“Have you picked up the other one?”
“Not yet. Harvey’s doing a little investigating in New York on it.”
“I bet he loves that,” Garrett laughed.
“Damn, do you know how hard it was to keep up with that bitch? She doesn’t just take off to different cities. The bitch has been to five different countries since we began tracking her.” Colby gulped some whiskey and looked at the glass appreciatively. “Harvey phoned me a picture, and you were right. I’m going to let him work her at the ranch and then she’ll be your first for the ridge. Did Harvey tell you what I called the place?”
“Yes, and even though it is mine to name, I like what you came up with. Predator Ridge… it has a good ring to it.” Ashley’s focus was still being held on Colby, but she heard Garrett sip some of his drink. “What the hell brings you up here this time of year?”
“I wanted to see if the place needed any repairs before we set Harvey up. He’s doing well, Garrett… real good. I think he might be better than Lenny and Joe.”
“Any word about Roger?”
“Weird thing about that,” Colby replied. “He’s so nervous about being pulled down to the ranch that Harvey says he’s treating the slave like a girlfriend.” Colby unzipped his pants and placed a hand behind Ashley’s head, pulling her towards him. She locked onto his cock and worked him in her moist warmth while he continued. She did not see him smile and nod at Garrett in approval. “She’s talking a little bit, and almost the entire time Harvey was there, Roger held her in his lap with her head tucked into his neck. He never even ordered her to take care of him.”
“I think he’ll work out, then. He knows he has to produce saleable girls, but he has to have learned he was pushing them.” Garrett took a last sip of his drink and held out his hand for Colby’s glass. He walked towards the kitchen and said, “What are you going to do with the girl? She’d probably retreat again if she was re-trained.”
“We’ll sell her as a house servant, if she’s gotten her looks back. The others saw how she was last fall so they’ll realize her limitations.” Ashley felt his rod stiffen, and she risked moving her hands up to caress his tightening sack the way Garrett liked. The big man sighed, and she felt his fluid fill her mouth. Colby felt her smile around his cock, and he looked up in bemusement at Garrett. He realized the girl was a gem.
“Over to the post, girl.”
“Yes, Garrett,” she said softly. She rose and walked over to the sturdy post and stood with her back to it, waiting for further instructions. Garrett raised her arms and shackled her wrists to the beam, and then he wrapped her legs behind the post and hooked her ankles together.
Ashley balanced on the balls of her feet, licking her lips when he walked over to the whips. It was good to be facing him, because she liked to watch the muscles in his chest tighten and his eyes get shiny when he drew the lash forward. It stung, of course. She even screamed, sometimes. But that was going to happen whether he drew across her back or her front, and she would rather have the distraction of watching how pleased he was.
She frowned when he handed the whip to Colby. It was the one with four tails, and did not burn as much as the single whip with the skinny end. This gave her a small measure of relief, but she still was unsure about the bigger man lashing her. Garrett walked up and grasped her chin, and she looked fearfully into his gaze. “Count the strikes, girl.”
“Yes, Garrett,” she trembled.
Colby was slightly awestruck at the girl’s behavior. It had not been four months yet, and she seemed to be totally submissive to her role. He could see her fear, but he also saw the trust she had in Garrett, and she did not want someone other than her Master working her. “Just five, I think,” Colby stated, and glanced at Garrett. “I might want to use her later.”
Colby drew his arm back, and he watched her shudder and look at Garrett. When the whip crossed her breasts, she flinched and gasped out, “One.” The next marks crossed her stomach, her nipples, hips, and lastly the tops of her thighs. She groaned at two, but counted all five while her tears fell, still looking at Garrett.
The big man put the whip back on the hook, and Garrett walked up to Ashley and called Colby over. “Check her,” Garrett said.
Ashley felt the man’s finger slip along her wet folds, and he chuckled. She turned red with embarrassment while Garrett unhooked her ankles, but when he leaned forward to unhook her wrists, he brushed close to her ear and whispered, “Good girl.”
It felt like a weight had been lifted from her. Ashley could not remember him ever complimenting her before, and the whipping was not even hard. She had pleased him, though, and he was happy with her. She looked into his eyes before he walked away, and besides the shiny, sexy look he got, it looked like he might be smiling. “Go drink some water.”
“Yes, Garrett.” Ashley walked to the kitchen and knelt in front of her bowl with her hands clasped behind her back.
The men sat down by the fire, and Colby said in a low voice, “She’s remarkable, Garrett. When Harvey told me about the boyfriend, I figured you were getting your kicks breaking some domineering bitch.”
“When I first nabbed her I thought so too, but I figured out pretty fast that she was just with that jerk because no one else had gotten to her. Damn, Colby, the girl didn’t know shit. It was like working from scratch with someone who had no idea what was going on. She craves guidance and orders… I think she’s been raised that way.” Garrett looked towards the kitchen, and saw the girl upright and kneeling in front of her bowl. He knew she would not move until he told her to. “Come here, girl.”
Ashley lowered on her knees before Garrett, and glanced at the bulge still pressing in his jeans from the whipping. “Service me,” he ordered, and she let out the breath she had been holding in anticipation. Her fingers moved towards the zipper, and she filled her mouth, content while his hand rested on her head.
She was a ‘good girl’… she was his good girl. Over the months, she decided she did not mind being with Garrett. His handsome, dark looks scared her sometimes, but when he was pleased or aroused, the looks he gave her were worth it. She had no idea what she was doing in college, because the thought of going out into the world alone frightened her. It was the reason she was considering settling for Charlie, but he was almost as unsure about his future as she was.
Garrett was strong, and she did not have to worry about making decisions. Everything was decided for her, and all she had to do was follow his orders. Since Garrett had taken her, she had had more excitement in her life and much more sexual pleasure, though that sometimes made her uncomfortable. Still, in a weird way, she felt safe with him. She felt him tighten, and she gently stroked and squeezed his balls.
That night, Garrett took the spot closest to the wall, with Ashley in the middle. She fell asleep with Colby’s shaft in her mouth, and Colby was just drifting off when she turned in her sleep to curl up by Garrett, her fist on his chest. Garrett was snoring quietly, yet still his arm reached around to hold her. In the morning, Colby quietly rose, smiled at the sleeping couple, and left for his ranch.
When the weather warmed a little, Garrett gave her a heavy sweater that reached to her knees, and an old pair of boots. She followed him out to the stable and brushed the horse while he fed it and checked his tack. In the back of her mind, she remembered words he
had with the visitors about leaving in the spring, and she wondered what that would mean to her. She panicked and became increasingly depressed when she thought about his words on the trail. He was training her to be sold to someone else.
Over the next week, the snow was steadily melting and the waterwheel groaned under the onslaught of the water from the mountain. Garrett could sense the girl drawing in, quieter than usual and distracted from her duties. That evening by the fire, he said, “Something’s bothering you.”
Her eyes filled with tears when she looked up at him. “Are you leaving soon? Are you selling me to that man who came here?”
Garrett narrowed his eyes, thinking about his answer. He realized she had caught pieces of his conversations but really had no idea what he was involved in. It would be better to explain a few things, because he knew she was devoted to him and he did not see the sense in allowing her to be afraid needlessly. His torments were for that. “I’ve been up in the mountains for six years, acquiring women for the ranchers. Colby is calling me down to a ranch I bought from him, and I’ll be training the mountain girls from there.” He waited to gauge her reaction and figured out rather quickly that he had left out a sentence.
Ashley’s eyes spilled over and her bottom lip trembled. “I see. I’ll try to make you proud, Garrett.” It had been a while since he had seen her trying to hold back sobs.
“You’re fine, girl.” Garrett could see she was so distraught that she was paying no attention. He reached under to hold her chin, and did something he had not done since he had first taken her. He called her by her name. “Ashley, you’re staying with me. I’ve already arranged your purchase through Colby.” He watched the suspicion in her eyes. “Ashley, you’re moving to the ridge with me.”
When he first used her name, it shocked her. All of a sudden, she was reminded that she was a person again, naked and kneeling before the man who had kidnapped her. But, as his words sank in, that he wanted her and she would be staying with him, it did not seem to matter. Garrett wanted her to stay with him, so she knew she must have pleased him.
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